Saw it coming from fourteen years away

Derb looks back in bitter schadenfreude.

Back in 2009, I published a book, We Are Doomed.

The subtitle was Reclaiming Conservative Pessimism. And I was pointing out to American Conservatives that they weren’t succeeding in anything because they had been too optimistic; and that the proper stance for a philosophical conservative is a careful pessimism.

So now, 14 years on, I want to discuss the question: in what direction have we gone since I published that book?

As we all know only too well, the answer to that question is grim indeed: straight down the crapper.

Follows, John takes what he calls “a quick canter through the last 14 years of our Cultural Revolution” which demonstrates that the man isn’t just a visionary, he’s a full-on fucking prophet. The issues are addressed according to the book’s chapter titles: Culture, Sex, Education, War, Immigration, and so on, well-aimed salvos on not a single one of which he missed his mark.

From the Diversity section, which holds that the real problem isn’t necessarily with “diversity” itself, rather with the preposterous surfeit of it the maniacal Left has studiously rammed down Real American throats in recent years.

I’m personally, a “salt in the stew” diversitiphile. I like a little diversity.

I grew up in mid-20th century England. The guy who sold us ice cream was an Italian!

And one of the girls in our class was Scottish, which we thought was very exotic. She had a Scottish accent.

And then, when I was in my teens, we got our first Chinese restaurant! And that was good too.

But it was salt in the stew. A little bit of salt spices up the stew. But you really don’t want to dump a whole bag of salt into your stew.

Which is what we seem to want to do.

Well, actually, it’s what some of us want to force the rest of us to do, more like.

(Via WRSA)

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“Stop embarrassing your ancestors”

Matt Bracken, being the helpful, big-hearted sort of guy he is—what can I say, he’s a giver—has provided a Gab transcription of a golden Emerald Robinson Twitter thread, which kicks off here.

Bracken Em Robinson

Boils it all down pretty nicely, I’d say. Thanks for all you do, Matt.

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News you can REALLY use

From Sido, on a topic he knows a thing or two (a-HENH!) about.

Everyone knows that Americans can’t manufacture anything anymore, we just aren’t competitive on labor costs. In order to have the stuff we want, we have to send those manufacturing jobs overseas. Sure it destroys the working class but those people can learn to code or better yet get low paying service jobs at dollar stores selling stuff workers in China made. Progress! The free market at work!

It is pretty hard to get anything made in America, from electronics to clothing to just about everything else, all of it is made in China or some third world shithole full of child labor sweatshops. As a nation we are pretty much resigned to grumbling about everything being made in China while still buying stuff made in China.

Not to mention that China is a controlled economy with a billion people making low wages and living in cramped conditions most Americans would find intolerable.

But is that paradigm true? Can Americans really not compete with China and other Asian countries when it comes to manufacturing? I don’t think it really is, not on everything, and the big reason is that there is one thing that Americans make that is affordable and high quality:

Guns.

America makes guns. Lots and lots and LOTS of guns. From “low end” stuff to super high end firearms costing multiple thousands of dollars, like Staccato 2011s that run from a couple grand to over three thousand for competition guns. There are guns for every price point and every budget.

This video helps demonstrate that as The Honest Outlaw tests a Bear Creek Arsenal AR-15 and finds it to be actually pretty decent.

Let me say clearly that BCA is not my first or fifth or tenth choice for a primary or back-up rifle. Thanks to my dealer discounts I am in a position to get higher end ARs and BCA does have something of a reputation for the occasional quality issue. Still, for the vast majority of AR owners it is probably more than adequate. Bear Creek makes their firearms in North Carolina and has something like 220 configurations and calibers in their line-up (see here).

On the other end of the spectrum you have outfits like Sons of Liberty Gunworks and Daniel Defense who make very expensive rifles for people who like to mock “Jus’ as Gud” poors. Between the two extremes are an enormous array of manufacturers from Palmetto State and Anderson to the big names like Ruger and Smith & Wesson and the smaller mid-tier places like Stag and Rock River. Of course you can also mix and match as the parts needed to make an AR are also widely available and made in the US from barrels to detent springs.

Pistols are the same, although I would caution that there are brands you should never, ever buy, most specifically Hi-Point and SCCY, both making absolute garbage. I refuse to carry either brand as an FFL. Right now you can buy all sorts of handguns for under $500 that are well made, reliable and accurate for the majority of shooters from places like Ruger, S&W and many others. The most popular handguns for a long time running are made by Glock in Austria but the rest of the industry has caught up to and I think surpassed Glock, and of course most serious shooters who own Glocks replace most of the Glock parts with after-market parts made in America.

Well, if the politicians and their Corporate Americans sponsors/partners/co-conspirators/whatevers have decided the US is to be left with a viable manafacturing base in only one or two fields, I’ll take guns as one of those and be glad to get it. Read all of it, you’ll enjoy it. Meanwhile, in the comments, Moe Gibbs offers a few penetrating insights.

I am one of those who “learned to code” ages ago, earning a handful of STEM degrees in undergrad and grad right out of high school. Contrary to what Brandon and others think, not just anyone can “learn to code” and I sincerely doubt that Brandon himself has anywhere near the intellectual horsepower to wrangle an old-fashioned STEM degree. I’ve spent my entire career working in defense electronics, which, like arms manufacture, did not lose its all-America focus until fairly recently. My employer, a Big Three in defense, is now admitting non-citizen H1-Bs into the workforce, citing a paucity of native-born American applicants. But just ten years ago we had exactly zero, none, nil.

When I started in my field during the Reagan defense boom, every single assembly, pc board and wire harness was made from scratch, in house, to very exacting military standards from America-sourced raw materials using American-made tools by native-born, English-speaking American citizens. Today, we buy replaceable commercial-off-the-shelf (COTS) computer-on-a board assemblies from all over the world, which are essentially ticking timebombs, unrepairable when they break, often incompatible between manufacturing sources. They are obsoleted so quickly and often that the only viable approach is to buy as many of the things as we will ever possibly need at the start of a program, including a ponderous number of ‘spares’, which results in no cost savings to the customer (U.S. taxpayer) at all.

To bring manufacturing back to these shores, Americans would have to accept a very sharp reduction in compensation, and, hence, a serious crimp in their luxurious lifestyles. With burger-flippers commanding $15 an hour, skilled wiremen and component assemblers would naturally demand $40 an hour or better. And no way is any commercial venture going to turn a profit if the guys and gals who assemble hand mixers and home security systems and flat-screen TVs pull down such wages here while chinese slave laborers are paid a fraction as much.

Just like another moon mission, we could bring manufacturing back home, but only if we had literally no other choice. Who is going to be first to give up their $68,000 Beamer to commute in an old beater to work on the assembly line at a repatriated GE manufacturing plant? What “successful” childless working couple is going to downsize from their 3800 square foot McMansion to live in a modest tract home and raise a brood of White children with stay-at-home mom on a single blue collar income? The genie of entitlement and affluence is well and truly out of the bottle, and wrestling that bitch back inside would take some truly monumental effort.

As it happens, I grew up exactly like the example I boldfaced, the primary departure from Arthur’s outline being that my dad couldn’t fairly be considered blue collar (he was a Blue Cross/Blue Shield salesman and, later, a benefits administrator before finally starting his own independent insurance-sales biz), and it was nothing less than idyllic. So much so that for years, it’s been my oft-stated contention that my parents’ generation was the last one to get child-raising in the traditional, all-American fashion right. The loss of that tradition—abandonment thereof, more like—has been a costly, damaging mistake for the entire country.

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Share the road–or, y’know, NOT

Run ’em down run ‘em down run ‘em ALLLL down.

Video: Mob of bicyclists surround car, smash windows with brick, chain as driver gets out to confront them. Cops arrest suspect.
Cellphone video caught the moment when a mob of bicyclists surrounded a car on a Houston street last month and proceeded to smash its windshield and rear window with a brick and chain while ramming it and scratching it as the driver got out to confront the group.

Police on Monday said they arrested a suspect, KTRK-TV reported.

Any bets on whether the “suspect” hauled in by local Gestapo was the guy in the car? As it happens, it wasn’t this time, but given current societal trends one could easily be forgiven for assuming otherwise.

Herschel Cashin — a lawyer — told the station he was trying to get home when his vehicle was amid dozens of bicyclists on the road.

“They had a big pack in the front and a trail in the back, and I was driving, but you could drive only 15 miles per hour for all the cyclists,” Cashin told KTRK. “I didn’t want to hit the cyclists.”

Which was your first mistake, see: entering into a potential fracas with a large gaggle of self-righteous, imperious, extravagantly obnoxious pricks—who have convinced themselves that they are somehow entitled to prevail in a contest with a 3-4 thousand pound hunk of plastic, rubber, glass, and steel capable of outpacing them by several orders of magnitude at the merest increase of pressure on a footpedal—without making the proper attitudinal adjustments in your own head beforehand.

Voluntarily getting out of the car at all was your SECOND mistake. The car was your only weapon, a quite good and wholly superior one at that, but you surrendered it without a struggle. Wrong, wrong, WRONG.

Video of the confrontation shows bicyclists surround his car — which was stopped on a street — as a brick was thrown through the back window and someone else slapped what appeared to be a bicycle chain on Cashin’s windshield, smashing it, the station said.

Cashin added to KTRK that he’s “not looking for vengeance, but somebody needs to talk to some of these people. I mean, ride on the side of the street, and maybe the city council, the mayor’s office needs to look into it because there might need to be some restrictions on this because this has gotten, gone too far.”

These bicyclists are in my experience shitlibs to the last man Jack of them, pal; “going too far” is who they are, it’s what they do. And just what the hell is so wrong with a little vengeance, anyway?

KRIV-TV said it spoke exclusively with two bicyclists who witnessed the incident, and they said another video preceding the one showing the attack on the car indicates the driver actually was the aggressor.

“He cut in toward the back of the line, and he took off,” Joshua, one of the riders who witnessed the incident, told KRIV. “We told him there are still more people, and he took off striking the biker on the opposite lane.”

Joshua and another witness named Phi told the station that the driver was upset after the group of nearly 400 cyclists stopped traffic while they passed the intersection of South McGregor and Scott Street. They added to KRIV that the driver refused to wait, started speeding between the bicyclists, and hit two people — after which the group surrounded the car.

So, the news isn’t all bad then, the day not a completely unproductive one. Still, 2 (or three) out of a possible 400 is a piss-poor average; stay in the car, correct your thinking, and try harder next time, Mr Cashin.

I rode bicycles for many, many years, even after I had gotten my license to drive, and have nothing against biking per se. Also, as a lifelong avid motorcycle enthusiast, I well know how thoughtless and inattentive auto drivers can be when it comes to any other vehicle smaller than the one they’re in. For anyone on two wheels it’s a real jungle out there, with serious injury or even death lurking around every bend.

But the last fifteen-twenty years or so has seen the rise of a new breed of bicyclist, particularly in urban areas. They gather in huge packs and venture out not on side-streets, country lanes, or in public parks, but on multilane highways and other main arteries right at rush hour, arrogating to themselves roads already overburdened with far more vehicular traffic than they were designed to accommodate—clogging streets, disrupting intersections, worsening the critical-traffic problem—endangering one and all with their selfishness, their aggressiveness and presumption, their total indifference to common courtesy and the rules of the road.

I’ve seen ‘em, and most likely so have you. I’ve had several friends over the years who took part in weekly urban en masse rides, albeit mostly at night; their snickering afterwards about how they’d “gotten all up in the face” of some hapless “square” driving a car who hadn’t gotten out of their way fast enough to suit them was nothing short of insufferable.

They delay folks just trying to get in to work on time or headed home for a nice, quiet dinner with the wife and kids without a care in the world, because hey, those schlubs just aren’t as important as bicyclists are, amIright?

By choosing to ride (almost always illegally) on streets designed and built exclusively for truck, bus, and automobile traffic and not hordes of thoroughfare-clogging assholes perched atop the frailest, flimsiest mode of transportation available short of a pair of wings made from a bunch of feathers glued together with candle-wax, then attacking people who need to get around them to meet whatever schedule they might happen to be on, wantonly wrecking a car the attackee depends on and spent a lot of hard-earned coin to obtain, they forfeit all claim to the moral, philosophical, and legal high ground. By committing such assaults and destruction of private property as if they were themselves invulnerable to any type of self-defensive retaliation on the part of their guiltless victims in the heat of the moment, they forfeit all claim to reasonableness, comity, and good sense.

So if a few of them must be squashed like insects on a windshield by a few justly-incensed motorists so as to teach their bicycling compatriots a little politesse and respect for others—others, mind, who are in control of machinery much bigger, heavier, and more dangerous than they, in their precious Lance Armstrong costumes and dinky-ass helmets, could ever hope to be…well, tough titty for them, I say. They brought it on themselves, and thus richly deserve it as far as I’m concerned.

They like to swagger around in their “wolfpacks” as if they were all Hells Angels or something, but an at-speed introduction to the gnarly chrome teeth of a ’53 Buick grill will surely yank that fluffy l’il rug out from under ‘em with a quickness.

53BuickGrill
Pleased ta meetcha, I’m sure

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OHPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE…

Is the day I’ve so long awaited, when shitlibs finally stop talking and start putting their money where their big flapping yaps are and just COME AND TAKE THEM ALREADY about to dawn at long, long last?


Here’s a promise, and it’s flat and subject to no negotiation or compromise of any kind: I will personally shoot in the head any left-wing private citizen who shows up on my doorstep demanding I allow him/her/it to confiscate my guns, or attempts to detain me in any way in the course of same. That’s my pledge to you, shitlibs.

You got one hell of a lot to learn about 2A people, Libtards, and very little time left in which to learn it. At least at MY house if noplace else, your gun-grabbing insanity is not going to work out for you quite the way you foolishly imagine. So be it, then. The die is cast, the sides chosen, the lines of battle drawn. Let’s get this party started!

Divemedic’s response is equally apropos, if a little more concise than my own.

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MOAR NUKES, PLEASE!

Stat.

During the recent power outages and denial of interweb service, I took up reading a book I picked up a while back on a subject I have always had questions: The Case for Nukes: How We Can Beat Global Warming and Create a Free, Open, and Magnificent Future by Robert Zubrin (Polaris Books 2023). It’s a very thoughtful argument that debunks the toxic falsehoods that have been spread to dissuade us from using it by the ignorant, the fearful, and the fanatical from returning to the use of Nuclear power as a remedy to our festering Twenty First Century problems. Here’s a quick synopsis of what I culled from his book.

In a very literal sense, energy technologies have molded humanity. The invention of cooking with fire by those small brained Homo Habilis dudes cut the metabolic energy needed to digest meat, making it safer to consume and allowing the primates to eat more small animals or their enemies. Evolution directed some of these surplus calories to their brains, enabling the hungry organ to grow in size and ability, leading to the industrious little guys, Homo Erectus, the forerunner (to) us, the Bozo Sapien.

Over the millennia, humans learned to harness fire to smoke meats, craft pottery, bend metal, and more, forming much of the material basis of the pre-fossil fuel world. Wood power (or what is now called “biomass”) was such a good deal that parts of Europe started running out of forests in the 1700s. Britain was the first nation to innovate itself out of this dilemma, which they did by burning coal.

Mastering coal and other fossil fuels prevented energy scarcity, but also led to an unforeseen revolution in human life. Synthetic fertilizer, electricity, cars, plastics, smart phones, x-rays, ChatGPT—nearly all elements of modern life—exist because of fossil fuels. Today billions of people enjoy a prosperity that would be unimaginable to their ancestors.

This history of energy begins The Case for Nukes. Robert Zubrin, an American aerospace engineer of three decades tells the history of energy to set the stage for one of his core arguments, that humanity should use more energy. Over 700 million people languish in extreme poverty today and billions have not reached a standard of living equivalent to that of a developed country.

In contrast, radical environmentalists urge people to use less energy, which they believe is necessary to avert climate and ecological apocalypse. Zubrin contends that slashing energy use would be so harmful as to be borderline genocidal, but he does recognizes that the environmental harms of fossil fuels are unsustainable. Thus he endorses nuclear energy, asserting that only atomic energy can lift all people out of poverty while conserving the environment.

The fabulously talented and visually stunning Diogenes Sarcastica™ closes her post by gleefully declaring, “I say let’s start smashing some fucking atoms and keep the lights on,” a proposal with which I must enthusiastically agree; by gum, those fucking atoms have it coming. Before that beautiful, beautiful dream can hope to become a reality, though, it will be necessary to dispense with a great many Luddite shitlibs, which requirement I consider to be more plus than minus—a side benefit, shall we say, making the whole thing a win-win for everyone that matters.

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Burn the Transgender coal, pay the Transgender toll

Or: If you Transgenderize it, it will fall.

Not Just Bud Light: Anheuser-Busch’s Other Beer Brands See Sales Crash
As Bud Light continues to face plummeting sales amid a conservative boycott over its collaboration with a transgender influencer, other brands made by parent company Anheuser-Busch are also taking a hit.

Sales of Michelob Ultra fell by 4.3 percent in the week that ended July 1 compared with last year, and Busch Light was down 8.5 percent, the New York Post reported. Both brands are, like Bud Light, owned by the Anheuser-Busch brewing company.

Bud Light this year lost its position as America’s top selling beer. It was the second-best-selling beer in the four weeks leading up to June 3, making up 7.3 percent of U.S. retail-store beer purchases. Bud Light is now no longer one of America’s 10 most popular beers.

Bud Light’s problems come after months of boycotting by conservatives. The brand’s troubles began in April, when its partnership with transgender influencer Dylan Mulvaney became public. Mulvaney revealed the collaboration on social media on April 1, showing a Bud Light can featuring the influencer’s face. Mulvaney also posted a video drinking Bud Light in a bathtub.

As if an effete über-hipster doofus like Dylan ”Dirk” Mulvaney would’ve ever been caught dead drinking a common-plebe brand like Bumblaster Light anyway, unless he/she/it was getting paid to.

This is the first instance I know of where one of these boycotts has actually accomplished a damned thing other than to make participants feel all smug and righteous, and I must say it’s a beautiful thing indeed. Keep the skeer on ‘em, people; these WokesterCorp™ shitheels really do despise you, so you absolutely ought to give it right back to ‘em, measure for measure and to the very last bitter drop. Kick ‘em in the yarbles, bring the pain, and make them pay, each and every single chance you get. If nothing else, you’ll be drinking much better beer for your trouble.

Update! Lamont the Big Dummy, of course and as usual, has the right of it.

At Instapundit, Steven Green says they should just apologize.

I don’t know if I want a forced apology, which would of course be insincere. And anyway, forced apologies are kind of creepy.

I think I want more: For Anheuser-Busch to declare that men are men, and women are women.

Is that too much? I don’t think so. I don’t want every company to weigh in on contentious social issues. But I would like the precedent set that if a corporation weighs in on a culture war issue, they are now Fair Game to be mau-maued by the right into being forced to weigh in on our side of the culture war issue. Which of course is absolutely hateful to our leftwing corporate “friends.”

Let us make an object lesson out of Tranheuser-Busch, so that other corporations understand: Either avoid weighing in on political issues altogether, or we will fucking force you to propagandize for the social and cultural right.

Which we know you hate. And which will cost you your precious ESG ratings.

You’re advertising your “corporate values”? Well then I insist that your “corporate values” match my conservative values. How you like them apples?

Maybe you better just stay out of it altogether, huh?

Exactly, precisely so. As is so often said of stupidity, “liberalism” too should be literally, physically painful. That only happens if we make it happen, there’s simply no other way. Show them that there will be a cost involved, and perhaps one day corporate America will remember what business it was that they were originally supposed to be in.

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Assholia

Kinda hate to do it, for reasons which will become obvious in the first excerpted paragraph, but I’m afraid I’m gonna have to break my longstanding taboo against linking to, or even bothering to read, the NeverTrumpTard Show-Conservatives at NRO just this once (NOTE: thankfully, we have archive.is to help avert that awful eventuality, which I’ll link to instead). It says pretty much everything I’ve been thinking about myself over the past cpl-three days, trying to block it all out in my head for a post.

I feel the same about President Joe Biden. He’s an asshole. Can we not all see it? For those who cannot conceive of truth without triangulation, I will freely stipulate that Donald Trump is an asshole, too — and that, in some ways, he’s an even worse one. But that does not let Biden off the hook. President or not, Biden is a decrepit, dishonest, unpleasant blowhard. He’s a nasty, corrupt, partisan fraud. He is, as Shakespeare had it, “a most notable coward, an infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise breaker, the owner of no one good quality.” Biden is twice as irritating as he believes himself to be, and half as intelligent into the bargain. From the moment he arrived on the scene — nearly 50 years ago, Lord help us — he has represented all that is wrong with our politics. A century hence, his name will be set into aspic and memorialized under “Hack.”

At Axios, Alex Thompson reports the apparently surprising news that Biden “has such a quick-trigger temper that some aides try to avoid meeting alone with him.” Among the president’s favorite admonitions are: “God dammit, how the f**k don’t you know this?!,” “Don’t f**king bullsh*t me!,” and “Get the f**k out of here!” Per Thompson, these revelations are important because, like his refusal to acknowledge his own granddaughter, they threaten to damage Biden’s “carefully cultivated image as a kindly uncle.” But that image is for cretins and sycophants. Joe Biden has never been a “kindly uncle” — or anything approaching one. For his whole life, Joe Biden has been a plodding mediocrity with a Delaware-sized chip on his shoulder. What about him, I wonder, would not lead him to shout stupidly at people? He’s a bully. Check. He’s insecure. Check. He’s senile. Check. He is hostage to his precarious record of lies. Check. His anger is as inevitable as the sunset.

We don’t need Axios to tell us about it. In 1987, during his first run for president, Biden was in spiffing form. Asked by a voter in New Hampshire about his academic record, Biden grew unhinged. “I think I probably have a much higher IQ than you do,” he said, before rattling off a sequence of falsehoods that ought by rights to have ended his career. He said that he graduated in the top half of his law-school class. He did not. He said that he went to that law school on a “full academic scholarship.” He did not. He said that he “won the international moot-court competition,” “was the outstanding student in the political science department,” and “graduated with three degrees from undergraduate school.” None of that was true. In closing, Biden betrayed what the exchange was really about. “I’d be delighted to sit back and compare my IQ to yours if you’d like,” he jabbed. Mr. Dunning-Kruger, your table is ready.

Character matters. Biden has none. As president, the man spends his days considering how he can mislead voters about his record, how he can get around the Constitution, and how he can demagogue the other branches. All that talk in 2020 about “the soul of America”? That was guff. Flotsam. Malarkey. There is nothing the man won’t lie about. He lies about inflation. He lies about gas prices. He lies about the deficit. He lies about the border. He lies about having been arrested for his civil-rights activism, and about having been raised by Puerto Ricans and Greeks and Jews, and about having traveled to Afghanistan to pin a Silver Star on a Navy hero, and about his son’s death, and about the crash that killed his first wife and baby daughter, and about the small kitchen fire that he had 15 years ago, which, in his inimitable style, he has managed to transmute into “having had a house burn down with my wife in it.” In 1987, he plagiarized a speech by the British politician Neil Kinnock that contained a completely different backstory from his own. In 2012, he accused Mitt Romney of wanting to put African Americans “back in chains.” Push a pin into a history book, and you’ll find Joe Biden lying about something.

There are many ugly consequences of our present bout of negative partisanship, but by far the worst is that it leads otherwise sensible people to pretend that up is down. That a person might prefer the Democrats to the Republicans or tax hikes to tax cuts or anyone to Donald Trump is comprehensible to me. That, in pursuit of that aim, they might feign admiration for the grotesque is not comprehensible at all. Joe Biden is an asshole. Always has been, always will be — until the last tawdry whopper leaves his lips.

Sorry, Charlie, but anyone who can’t distinguish between Trump’s brash, forceful, sometimes gratingly-obnoxious personality and the kind of core dishonesty, corruption, and manipulative shitweaselry Bribem has always been known for is not nearly as smart as they think they are, and has no business whatsoever sneering down their noses at MAGA Americans. One of these things is most assuredly NOT like the other, being a matter of personality traits and quirks versus a total lack of anything even barely resembling moral rectitude, humility, and simple common decency. Real Americans—being much more intelligent and discerning sorts—know it full well, thanks.

(Via Ed Driscoll)

Waitwait, WHUT?!?

Okay, I just threw up in my mouth a little at this.

‘Kind Of Turned Me On’: Fox News Host Makes Stunning Admission About Biden’s Rage-Fueled Tantrums
Fox News Host Lisa Kennedy said that Biden screaming obscenities at his staff is “a quirk” and admitted it turned her on during an episode of “Outnumbered” on Monday. Kennedy’s comments came during a panel discussion about an Axios report that said that Biden goes on rage-fueled tantrums inside the White House, some of which are reportedly so intense that staff avoid having private meetings with him entirely.

This Kennedy personage, remember, was once touted as the token “conservative/libertarian” in the EmpTV stable of vidya hosts. The “turns me on” quote was a joke, or so they say, but I ain’t entirely sure I buy that.

“Swearing at people, it’s a quirk. It kind of turned me on when I heard that the president gets angry and volatile, I’m not gonna lie,” Kennedy said. “If he’s throwing a few f-bombs here and there, I kinda like it.”

Despite the joke, Kennedy was quick to assure the panel how discouraged she was with Biden’s tenure. “I’m disappointed by just about every single thing he’s done as president,” she said.

Okay, so at least she DID walk it back somewhat. Gotta give the gal a little credit for that much, I suppose. There’s a bigger, more important story here, though, to wit:

Some of Biden’s aides admitted that they feared meeting with the president alone due to his intense outbursts of anger, Axios reported on Monday. Biden apparently screams expletives at his aides, and engages in interrogation-style lines of questioning that leave them without answers – a routine that some of them call “stump the chump.”

“God dammit, how the fuck don’t you know this?” Biden reportedly told an aide during one such interrogation. “Don’t fucking bullshit me!” he reportedly warned another aide. “Get the fuck out of here!” he screamed at another.

Biden’s reported rage contradicts the kindly old man who loves ice cream that people often see in public, Axios said. Fox News host Harris Faulkner theorized that Biden’s anger likely stemmed from his increasingly old age.

“As you age, particularly up into your octogenarian years – which he’s already entered – there is a pronouncement of emotion and usually it is negative,” Faulkner mused.

Especially so in those afflicted by Alzheimers, of which such sudden temper tantrums and out-of-the-blue rages are a well-known symptom in the early to moderate stages of the disease’s progression. More from Lamont the Big Dummy.

The leftwing media which actually controls the Democrat Party is telling “Old Yeller,” as it now calls Joe Biden, that it’s time to shuffle off to the retirement home.

Axios describes an old man with Alzheimer’s losing his executive function — his ability to moderate and control his, aw come on, man, you know, the thing! — and bursting out in angry frustration when his brain doesn’t work the way it used to. (And how it used to work was poorly. It’s worse now, obviously.)

Axios doesn’t say that but they are describing all the symptoms that point to that diagnosis.

Axios now, bizarrely, spins his angry diminished-executive-function outbursts as…a sign that he’s actually very vigorous and engaged!!!!.

More spin: Biden’s irrational outbursts of volcanic emotion are actually very rational efforts at information-gathering!!!

Speaking of spin, there’s also this wretched hagiographic misfire:


Oof. LtBD describes the above arrant horseshit thusly:

While the leftwing media continues pressuring Biden to do what Ruth Bader Ginsburg did not do and retire, NeverTrumpers, many of whom are just paid by Democrats to run psyops operations against Republicans, continue praising Joe Biden’s…shirtless sunbathing.

And hey, if you enjoyed that sterling example of one-hundred-percent Normality and Respectfulness, you’re gonna REALLY love the performative skinny-dipping and general casual nudity in front of appalled and disgusted female Secret Service agents, who described the experience of working on Pervy Jaux’s detail as “the second worst assignment in the Secret Service after Hillary Clinton.“

Modest! Humble! Discreet! What a great guy, eh?

Okay, now I definitely gotta go hurl. Walsh’s eager, worshipful slurping at Biden’s withered nutsack is enough to gag a fucking maggot.

Eyrie up!

Today’s Eyrie peroration— “In praise of teachers?”—has just been posted. This time out, we delve into the wildly overblown lionization of teachers as “heroes”—which gross mischaracterization cheapens the word and amounts to an indirect insult to, as the post has it, “those who pull people from burning buildings or dodge bullets on the battlefield”—and the damage such a stretch has done to society at large. A taste:

I well remember, during the dark, dismal days of the Great Scamdemic Lockdown, being greatly annoyed by all those “Heroes work here!” signs all over the place exalting essential workers ordinary Janes and Joes—from hospital staff to the most humble WalMart employee—for the saintly sacrifice of just, y’know, doing their jobs. Fine folks? Of course, most of them anyway. Heroes? Well, no, not exactly, not quite.

Funny, innit, how most if not all of our seemingly-insuperable contemporary predicaments share a common solution—ridding ourselves of the plague of Progressivist locusts that is devouring our society. Seems as if there ought to be some action Normal Americans could take to resolve the situation in their favor and re-balance the scales, so to speak. If we could only figure out what *cough-cough FUMIGATION cough-cough* it might be.

Read of it, gang, for It. Is. Good. Hell, at one point I even work in a little sympathy for the modern primary-school teacher’s plight, believe it or not.

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How gunslinging is DONE

A primer from American legend Wyatt Earp, who is renowned for having a little experience (a-HENH!) in the field.

I was a fair hand with pistol, rifle, or shotgun, but I learned more about gunfighting from Tom Speer’s cronies during the summer of ’71 than I had dreamed was in the book. Those old-timers took their gunplay seriously, which was natural under the conditions in which they lived. Shooting, to them, was considerably more than aiming at a mark and pulling a trigger. Models of weapons, methods of wearing them, means of getting them into action and operating them, all to the one end of combining high speed with absolute accuracy, contributed to the frontiersman’s shooting skill.

The sought-after degree of proficiency was that which could turn to most effective account the split-second between life and death. Hours upon hours of practice, and wide experience in actualities supported their arguments over style.

When I say that I learned to take my time in a gunfight, I do not wish to be misunderstood, for the time to be taken was only that split fraction of a second that means the difference between deadly accuracy with a sixgun and a miss. It is hard to make this clear to a man who has never been in a gunfight.

I imagine it would be, yeah. When the two-way shooting range goes hot, maintaining the requisite mental calm is gonna be pretty damned tough for a man who hasn’t ever stared down a gun-muzzle to look imminent death straight in the eye.

Perhaps I can best describe such time taking as going into action with the greatest speed of which a man’s muscles are capable, but mentally unflustered by an urge to hurry or the need for complicated nervous and muscular actions which trick-shooting involves. Mentally deliberate, but muscularly faster than thought, is what I mean. (What Wyatt meant is that he made the decision to shoot a long time before the trigger was pulled.)

In all my life as a frontier police officer, I did not know a really proficient gunfighter who had anything but contempt for the gun-fanner, or the man who literally shot from the hip. In later years I read a great deal about this type of gunplay, supposedly employed by men noted for skill with a forty-five.

From personal experience and numerous six-gun battles which I witnessed, I can only support the opinion advanced by the men who gave me my most valuable instruction in fast and accurate shooting, which was that the gun-fanner and hip-shooter stood small chance to live against a man who, as old Jack Gallagher always put it, took his time and pulled the trigger once.

TONS more fascinating stuff here, which will be of intense interest to shooters and history buffs alike. What better time to run another clip from one the very best movies EVAR.

“You nerve-wrackin’ sonsabitches.” “Skin that smoke-wagon and see what happens.” “Oh. Johnny, I apologize, I forgot you were there. You may go now.” Heh. So many great, unforgettable lines in that movie—up to and including a brief Latin-dialogue exchange between Johnny Ringo and Doc Holliday, no less—it almost beggars belief.

(Via Insty)

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Mike’s Iron Laws

A while back I threatened to collect all the ones I’ve mentioned so far into one handy-dandy post, just to be funny. Then, at BMNT last night (Begin Morning Nautical Twilight, the witching hour when the US military likes to initiate an attack, for all sorts of very good reasons) when I had been forced out of bed to take a(nother) leak, I remembered that pledge, and decided to just go ahead and do this thing already.

After the results of a local CF search were in, I was a bit surprised at how many times I had deployed this schtick of mine; sometimes the MILs had been given a number designation, sometimes they hadn’t. Heck, somewhere back in the deepest mists of time I even established a separate category for the things, in preparation for the day when I’d finally get around to creating this compendium.

So without further mucking about, I present to you all the MILs I could scavenge—directly quoted from the post they originally appeared in, in no particular order, with a link to the post of origin.

And that’s a wrap, kids—for now. Looking back over this list, it’s a thing of wonder and amazement to me that, even though I was just making the whole danged thing up as I went along, I somehow avoided repeating any of the numbers except for Number One/Numero Uno. Not sure how I managed to pull that one off.

Update! I think I’m gonna create a new WP Page, which will show up as a navbar link at the top, so’s I can add new MILs as they occur to me. That’ll archive all of them in one convenient place, for posterity’s sake.

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Lede: BURIED

This amusing GP riff misses the point entirely.

Joe Biden late Sunday arrived in London to meet with King Charles III before departing for the NATO Summit in Lithuania.

80-year-old Biden looked like a feeble old man as he shuffled across the tarmac.

Notice Biden’s stiffened gait as he walked to Marine One.

Biden is in such bad shape that had to board Air Force One with the shorter staircase.

The real news story here is that the pathetic old geezer actually managed to stagger a fair distance across some of the flattest, levelest, most meticulously-groomed and -maintained ground to be found on the entire planet—namely, an airport tarmac—without once falling on his stupid ass, nor even tripping slightly over some imaginary impediment. No, in this signal instance he somehow managed to negotiate the local terrain without beclowning himself and/or embarrassing us all, however painfully slow he was about accomplishing such a miraculous feat. UNEXPECTED!™ For this shambolic clod, that’s gotta be a first, at least since the pResidency was hijacked for him.

So stand up and take a well-earned bow, Too-old Jaux! You have to much to be proud of, “sir” (spelled in the time-honored Demo Dick Marcinko fashion, natch, with a “c” and a “u”).

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Slapback

Mo’ bettah fallout from Tucker’s interview with Russell Brand, previously covered here.

Tucker Carlson: Entire American media, including Fox News, lying about Jan. 6
Jan. 6, 2021 “was not an insurrection. It was not armed, and its purpose was not an attempt to overthrow the U.S. government,” Tucker Carlson said in his first interview since leaving Fox News.

While major media continue to push the “deadly insurrection” narrative, Carlson said in an interview with Russell Brand on Friday that “the more time passed, it’s now been two and a half years, it becomes really obvious that core claims they made about January 6 were lies.”

Carlson went on to say: “The amount of lying around January 6th, and it was obvious in the tapes that I showed, is really distressing. And anyone who is covering for those lies should be ashamed of themself. And that would include almost the entire American Media, including Fox News.”

Carlson said there “were people at Fox News” who were angry at him for airing the video from Jan. 6 that was released to his staff by House Speaker Kevin McCarthy.

“If you think I’m cherry picking, taking it out of context, show me where,” Carlson added.

Included in the video that Carlson aired prior to his firing by Fox News was that of the so-called “Q Anon Shaman” Jacob Chansley. Chansley was sentenced to prison after essentially being escorted by police through the Capitol as if he were a VIP tourist, Carlson told Brand. “To put Jacob Chansley, an American citizen, a Navy veteran, in jail for years after he was let into the Senate chamber by uniformed Capitol Hill police officers and then I play that and I’m the bad guy?”

Well, I mean, DUH, Tucker. To the Swamp-state Powers That Be—Uniparty politicos, FedGovCo bureaucreeps, thug Stasi agents both federal and local, Enemedia—who all have an obvious vested interest in keeping the phonus-balonus J6 narrative alive and kicking and the truth about it dead and deeply buried, you ARE the bad guy. Take it for the badge of honor and backasswards compliment it actually is; it’s in no way a bad thing to have the very worst of the worst aligned against you.

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Poesy

In comments to the Horatius/Trump post SteveF mentions a certain pome with which I was heretofore unfamiliar. So I looked it up and MY, but it’s a dandy, albeit long as an afternoon suffering all the tortures of the dentist’s art. A bit more of it, then.

XXVI
But the Consul’s brow was sad,
    And the Consul’s speech was low,
And darkly looked he at the wall,
    And darkly at the foe.
‘Their van will be upon us
    Before the bridge goes down;
And if they once may win the bridge,
    What hope to save the town?’

XXVII
Then out spake brave Horatius,
    The Captain of the gate:
‘To every man upon this earth
    Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
    Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
    And the temples of his Gods,

XXVIII
‘And for the tender mother
    Who dandled him to rest,
And for the wife who nurses
    His baby at her breast,
And for the holy maidens
    Who feed the eternal flame,
To save them from false Sextus
    That wrought the deed of shame?

XXIX
‘Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul,
    With all the speed ye may;
I, with two more to help me,
    Will hold the foe in play.
In yon strait path a thousand
    May well be stopped by three.
Now who will stand on either hand,
    And keep the bridge with me?’

XXX
Then out spake Spurius Lartius;
    A Ramnian proud was he:
‘Lo, I will stand at thy right hand,
    And keep the bridge with thee.’
And out spake strong Herminius;
    Of Titian blood was he:
‘I will abide on thy left side,
    And keep the bridge with thee.’

XXXI
‘Horatius,’ quoth the Consul,
    ‘As thou sayest, so let it be.’
And straight against that great array
    Forth went the dauntless Three.
For Romans in Rome’s quarrel
    Spared neither land nor gold,
Nor son nor wife, nor limb nor life,
    In the brave days of old.

XXXII
Then none was for a party;
    Then all were for the state;
Then the great man helped the poor,
    And the poor man loved the great:
Then lands were fairly portioned;
    Then spoils were fairly sold:
The Romans were like brothers
    In the brave days of old.

XXXIII
Now Roman is to Roman
    More hateful than a foe,
And the Tribunes beard the high,
    And the Fathers grind the low.
As we wax hot in faction,
    In battle we wax cold:
Wherefore men fight not as they fought
    In the brave days of old.

Rings all too familiar in the modern ear, no? Especially those last two stanzas, which encapsulate the current situation in Amerika v2.0 pretty thoroughly. Proving once again that, in art as in life itself, some things really never DO change, and that the same can truly be said of eternally-immutable human nature—the shitlib conceit of malleable, perfectible Progressivist Man notwithstanding.

Much, much more rich, buttery epic-poetic goodness at the link, incredibly enough, which you should read if you’re inclined in that direction, finally clocking out at an eye-bulging Stanza LXX. Pity the poor shoolkids who had to memorize the entire pome way back in the Aulden Thymes, if Pournelle’s claim is to be believed.

Inside baseball side note: Man. A. LIVE, but what a right royal pain in the ass formatting that was! Thanks to the abject failure of the MarsEdit find-and-replace function to do its ONE FUCKING JOB, replacing all the paragraph HTML tags with line-breaks throughout the above excerpt of the pome by hand was a most arduous task indeed. Necessary though, to keep things all clean, tidy, and looking as they should around here. I swear, the things I do for you people…

Ahem. And now, to get cracking on tomorrow’s Substackery.

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